Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

Old John was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad yard when they away the trains
And only one run a week comes on roaring down that
So, all he's got to 'bout is time

I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's
He says, on sit down kid, where shall I begin?
He starts telling me the of the glories of his past
But he always the story of his Corey for the last

And he says, "My Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And like I told you, when she you she enfolds you in her world"

I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he
And so I asked the towns folk if his stories true
Well they said, Old John was born here, he's lived all his life
He's never had a woman, let a wife

And soon you'll find out as you check around
That no one Corey's ever lived in this town
So I chided the old man the truth that I had heard
Well he smiled and said, Reality is only just a

Can't you see my coming, no more sad stories coming
My coming aren't you girl?
And like I you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world

I came by one evening but he did not hear my
I looked in the and I saw the fire was out
he would not wake up I forced in the door
And I saw that old John Joseph tell stories no more

The at the graveyard, just three of us were there
Me and the gravedigger we heard the prayer
He said, We need not for this man
For we know God cares

They put the cold dirt him and left me on my own
And when at last I up I saw I was not alone
So I said, If you're a relative, he had a end
That's when she said, My is Corey you can say I'm just a friend

Corey's coming, no more sad stories
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming you girl?
And like I told you, when she you she enfolds you in her world

So, that's the old man's story, I'm glad you came
To see a busted down old railroad yard makes a lonely sight
You may why a young man would work out here alone
the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones

And I confess I get to the old man a bit
And there's one other I guess I could admit

you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming you girl?
And he told me, when she holds me she enfolds me in her world